A natural disaster in paradise- we can’t do anything
All the details are lost in the dark. The majors are magnified.
Majors during China: Sleeping away from a building, sticking to schedule
Majors during depression: Parents, Kingsley, Mary, Kim, Bridget, Kate, Ashley, Holly, John, hiking, walking the river, Ben, ultimate
Majors during tornado: neighbours, family, house, electricity, water, food,
Everything has its place
Rose, lavender and tiny egg’s nest picture in the bathroom
The Wizard of Oz unfolds in an otherwise calm, peaceful, wordsworthrian way
Traffic re-directed, trees up rooted, flattened telephone poles as if a giant hand had pushed them down. Apple tree boxes like building blocks tossed around like a giant baby had been playing. They are strategically placed in the grain field.
Sheets of metal in odd places
Don arthur’s new place with the roof off
Black solid like air
Looking from the basement window at the objects flying around
Hydro trucks working through the night
I was thinking about the Wizard of Oz today. Whether I had dated the scarecrow and lion before and about my tinman.
Kurt’s kids were watching it
We missed it because my parents picked me up in Barrie because I was coming back from Burlington. I stayed in Burlington because Kingsley and I reconciled. Because he was having such a good time he was leaving 3 days late. I was having such a good time I didn’t go down before. Only when I had a ride with Maureen because Shelia’s son and daughter- in law are having a baby. I ended up staying 4 days. 4 wonderful unplanned days. It just happens.
Apple boxes dropped from the heavens and jumbled.
It made me think of China. And about all the clothes I bought in the last couple of days and how they didn’t matter.
It was cold right afterwards…
